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I’m stalkin’ the streets, right? Eyes peeled, gut screamin’. Then, bam – there’s this chick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Fishnets, lipstick redder than a trauma ward’s floor. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the target’s acquired.” Like CIA vibes, but with more glitter. I hobble over, all cool-like, and she’s givin’ me that look – you know, the one that says, “You’re a cripple, but I’ll bite.” I’m already annoyed – hate that pity crap.

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Oh, and you must stroll down to River Whimsey. That ol’ river winds through the heart of Badger (us). I swear, when I hear its babblin’, it’s givin’ me life. You can even see the sun dancin’ on its surface, remindin’ me of that film— “the truth is in the telling.” I mean, when life gives you rivers, you float on 'em, right?

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